I will ride over to Oxford at once." As Harry anticipated, Jacob was delighted at the prospect of abandoning his scrivener's desk.
"I don't believe," he said, when he had learned from Harry that they were going to the king at Hampton, "that aught will come of these plottings.

As I told you when we were apprentices together, I love plots, but there are men with whom it is fatal to plot.

Such a one, assuredly, is his gracious majesty.

For a plot to be successful, all to be concerned in it must know their own minds, and be true as steel to each other.

The King never knows his own mind for half an hour together, and, unfortunately, he seems unable to be true to any one.